Our Dance

Dance with me in the moonlight

Take my hand

Curve my spine with your hand a-slight!

Swirl on the beats

Gently but strong following the feet

Maintain the lines

Forming a whole is what you seek!

Lengthen the step

More complex it will get

Free the spirit

Unleash your regret!

Take this dance further up

See those eyes around you stare

Awe and spellbound, will they dare?

One step to the next

Clear the way, this is a concept

To lead so they follow

Into the depths so hollow!


A poem by Chriselda Barretto

From her book – Must Love Poetry

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Truth, it be told!

Learned was that race, the blessed

Consciousness teaching on a miniscule

Awaiting sunrise and sunset to prove!

Then they came, they saw and conquered

Kings of emptiness, thinking they be matured.

Far from it, further from the skies above

Digging deeper into their materialistic encode.

Truth, it will now emerge

Engrained in every sand of earth

Blossoms of hope round the corner

Wait for it, it will divinely devour!


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Sleepy Head

Lying down in bed
across my open window.


The light of the moon beside
hazy and dark outside.

Wavy figures moving to and fro
Sinewy, long, always on the go!

Rustle of the leaves I hear
sway them the branches near
from the gentle wind that gushes.
An occasional bark or meow
distantly far, but my ear it reaches.

There it is again
hiding in the shadows
dancing in between light and harrow.

A figment of my imagination…
care not, for slumber I follow
my head gently hits the pillow!

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Sheltered Aura

Fight with your heart and mind

Worth it… don’t think it’s kind

Ask me then my opinion

As crazy as it seem to share to millions!

Bring out your love and deeds

Surface of reflection be your heart

Start another race, right on the mark!

Each being create this sheltered aura

Lighten up those positive fires!



A poem by Chriselda Barretto

From her book – “Must Love Poetry

That night – A snippet…

Him

He gently moved the strand of golden-brown hair

off her forlorn eyes,

intense was his search

as he gazed upon her

whispering: “Let me in, take me to that secret place.”

Her

She didn’t resist, how could she?

He was here now, next to her

after all these lonely years!

She always regretted what had happened

that cold, winter’s night in May.

She remembered him coming into their cottage,

taking off his boots with a thud.

Her body shivered from the echo of the loud bang

……..

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Afflicted

He stood across her, staring in unrefined neglect

Past deeds surfacing, their needs not yet met

“If only”, he thought, let me proceed in unbridled direct

But she was gone, in another’s arm of creed and passion bereft!


Tis what they call another fundamental historic peck?

No signs of remorse, something he so longed to see

Blinded was she, hanging on to her partner’s sleeve

Not even a glance shed in his direction

This marking the beginning of his self-created affliction!


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Eat, pray, weep…?


Shelter from heat
Is that all we seek?


Wishing on a passing cloud
Is that all that holds benefitting clout?


Sing in my praise, before they sleep
Eat, pray, weep…is that the order of the sheep?


Come on by with a wistful must
Shatter those chains of an aged past
Unwilling though…you still find trust!


For look ahead, far deep into the light
A challenging sword, in all its might
Clearing boundaries…all around, left and then right
Herein lies my evergreen, vengeful delight!

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The night

Jamie was sweating profusely. Her room at this ramshackled, old motel inn wasn’t worth much, but the least you would expect was an air-conditioning system that functioned normally. But no! That was way too civilised for this run-down inn.


Getting out of her bed, she decided to go outside and have a ciggy on the veranda. Unlocking her door, she stepped out into the cool, dark air. It was so silent here, and the parking lot facing her room was completely empty.


Lighting up her cigarette, she realised that this was her last one, she’d have to go downstairs and buy a packet from one of the cigarette dispensers she had seen earlier. Taking a long slow inhalation of nicotine-filled air, she allowed the air to enter her lungs. After what seemed like a minute, she exhaled it out. Wow! That felt so good, so much like home. Going in for the second round, she let her eyes wander around the scenery surrounding her.


Thick woods covered the outskirts of the property, full with trees, shrubs and green leaves. The sound of the rustling leaves, moving gently in coordination with the light breeze was so relaxing. It actually was much cooler here than inside that furnace like room of hers. It was a good decision on her part, coming outside to cool down!


Strangely her eyes settled on something white far ahead, in the bushes. It seemed like a statue of some sort, a little girl maybe, she could tell because it was the only thing that wasn’t swaying with the wind, in her line of sight. What an odd place to have a statue she thought. And white? It was covered with thick brown shrubs around it and that pale colour didn’t sit well! Odd! She thought, how come she hadn’t noticed it before, and it was right in front of her room?


Taking in another puff of her cigarette, she realised that her ciggy was nearly reaching its end, and it was getting chilly out here! Nodding her head, she smiled at herself thinking this to be so typical for her, never satisfied with anything….too hot, now too cold. Trying to close the front of her night coat, she decided to grab some change from her wallet on her bedside table. Deciding quickly that she would buy that pack…maybe two packs of lights, before calling it a night.


She entered into her room, rushing towards the table, grabbing her wallet and room key. Stepping outside her room, she closed the door and inserted the key into the slot, locking her oven-room, it really was too warm in there. Turning around, she looked around her, trying to figure out if she should take a left or right to get to the stairs leading downstairs to that cigarette-dispenser. Her sense of direction was horrid, so she tried to think logically, trying to orient herself, when a movement caught her eye suddenly. She looked straight ahead from where she thought she saw something move. She couldn’t miss it, it was that white statue again, only it wasn’t in the bushes, covered with shrubs. It was right at the centre of the parking lot, standing there, this little white stone girl, looking up at her.


Jamie wasn’t easily scared, but there was a strange feeling creeping up in her. Was this fear? She could swear that those eyes looked so real…even from here she could see the eye-lids close and open, like normal people did. But…this wasn’t a person, it was white stone…or wasn’t it? And how did it move? It wasn’t moving now, it just stood there, looking at her.


Still trying to figure out what was happening here, Jamie’s wallet slipped from her hands. Without even thinking, she bent down to pick it up. Straightening up, she looked back in front of her, searching for those eyes. But it was gone….nothing…no statue, the parking lot looked bare and empty. Jamie felt like she was losing it. Could she have imagined all of this?
Hesitantly she decided to get moving and buy that pack of cigarettes and get back to bed. It must have been quite late, or early in the morning, she could see the full moon shining it’s light onto the parking lot. Moving steadily on she walked to her right and after what seemed like ages, saw the top of the stairs, leading to the ground floor.


She took the curved stairs and was delighted to see the cigarette dispenser at the end of the corridor. She went ahead and dropped the coins into the slot to purchase 2 packs. She heard the machine start up and the coil started moving around her packet, to release it from its hold. Like dutiful soldiers, two packets fell from the shelf onto the bottom of the machine. Jamie, pushed open the sliding door and grabbed her packets and slipped them into the pockets of her night gown. Looking up, what she saw in front of her startled her…


A few steps ahead, stood that little girl statue in front of her. Jamie was speechless and she started trembling. So this was what fear felt like? Jamie wanted to run, so she stealthily looked to her right and started moving in the direction her eyes had already marked. But she felt herself stopping dead in her tracks, because there was another one of these statues standing there. Reacting quickly, Jamie turned and started running towards her left. From the corner of her eye, she saw that the two states were slowly moving in her direction, they seemed to be following her.


Her heart was pounding strong in her chest, she felt like her legs might just give in and crumble, because the panic was getting to her. She saw stairs up ahead, which relieved her temporarily. Running up the stairs, she reached the first level and saw that the corridor leading to her room was empty. She continued running towards her room, which was now a few feet away. Reaching for the key in her pocket, she grabbed it and shoved it into the key slot, turning it to unlock her door.


Pushing open the door, she ran in and quickly shut it, turning the key into the slot again to lock the door. Panting she felt the heat emanating from her and from the room. But she had other things to worry about because sitting on her bed were the two little white statue girls. Their skin was beginning to peel off, or was it melting? It looked like drops of molten wax, now falling onto the brown carpet of her room.


Jamie slowly turned around, reaching for the key, trying to unlock the door and escape this insane night. Tears forming in her eyes, lips quivering, her sight was getting hazy, when she heard a little voice from behind her say: “Mommie, why did you do this to us?”

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